"I'm so sorry sir" the nurses say as they rush me out. "Now's just not the time" I replay what happened over and over in my head. It doesn't make sense. Nothing really does anymore. I sigh and sit in the waiting room. Seconds pass. Minutes. Hours until they finally come back and get me. They explain it all. How she has paranoia. She thinks its me that did this to her. Part of her does at least. How she was in a transe when I was there. It happens to her a lot they say. She thinks they beat her and hurt her. Wow. She's bad off. She does belong here. They let me back to see her. She's asleep. I sit by her bed. I look at her. They leave the room. I reach my hand out and touch her long beautiful braid. The loose strands of hair from it remind me of the days we would run along the beach as kids, holding hands and laughing. Our parents watching with smiles. We had no idea then.
